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Nobuhira never met the FBI again, maybe they realized that they couldn't investigate him with that kind of strength alone, or maybe Akai had determined that he had nothing to do with the organization.

He watched carefully for two more days before contacting Sila.

As the bodyguard of Lu Feng's music classroom, Sila barely performed the duties of a bodyguard, but instead controlled a part of the company of the Fushan family. In recent important political and economic meetings, the Masan Kensan General Association took him to attend.

Originally, Shinfan couldn't figure out the reason why Masan Kenzo did this, but now he can basically understand it.

It was a nostalgia for the prosperous years when I was young, and a relive of the good old days.

"Mr. Asano!" After Shiraz stepped into the music classroom, she immediately smiled at Xin, "How are you?"

When we met last time, the big man was still immersed in the pain of his sweetheart being persecuted by the organization, but now he only seemed to have vigorous vigor.

In fact, not only Syrah, but the relatives of the victims of Koxue World often have strong anti-strike ability, and even many people can put aside their pain and rational thinking on the night their family members were killed. If it hadn't been for Silas to report information to the police through Xinfan's channels from time to time, Xinfan would have forgotten the pain he had experienced.

"I'm fine." Xinfan knocked on the desk, motioning Sila to sit down and talk, "I recently got a very interesting news about you."

"Could it be that there is a new appointment..." Sila's gaze hovered over Enomoto Azusa for a moment, swallowing back the unspoken words, and asked with her eyes instead.

Mezcal did not talk to him alone, and it seems that what he will say next has nothing to do with the organization or the public security. But apart from these two forces, Silas really didn't know what else he could do. From the moment he entered the organization's sight, he had already lost his freedom and self.

Xinfan put a small plastic bag on the table and looked at Shiraz and said, "Pull a hair out for me."

Sila froze for a long time, and he felt that his limited head could no longer keep up with Mezcal's thinking.

If you don’t understand, ask: "What do you want my hair to do?"

"Take a little test. Don't worry, it won't hurt you."

In the shopping mall, Masan Ken was passed on by the three pros, and Masan Supei, who was vigorous and vigorous, immediately became an honest friend in front of Mezcal. He didn't even think about the meaning of the believing, the body had already made the choice before the brain.

Xinfan got Shiraz's hair satisfactorily, and he decided to go to Aoki Hoon today.

Shiraz paid attention to Enomoto Azusa vaguely, and when she left the front hall to clean up the classroom, she approached Nobuhiro and said softly, "Mezcal, Kenzo Masayama seems to have something to do recently. I found that he was paying close attention to politics. News. Or it should be said that he only pays attention to one person."

"Swallow Shigehiko." Xinfan said without surprise, "That is Pisk's next mission goal."

Sila had already guessed this possibility, but he was still surprised: "Why does the organization want to kill Shigehiko?"

"Because his corruption and bribery are facts, and what Shigehiko uses his position to help is the organization." Xinfan's expression was faint, with ridiculous coldness, "He is only under investigation now, but soon Arrested by the police with evidence. Pisk’s task is to shut up Tunkou Shigehiko forever."

"You know a lot!" Sila was deeply frustrated.

In vain, he and Masan Kenzo looked up and saw him all day long, but he didn't know as much as Mezcal.

Xin Fan didn't respond, he called out Enomoto Azusa's name: "I'm going out to meet a friend. Xiao Ai will come over in the afternoon, please help me remind her not to get too close to Edogawa Conan these days."

Although Enomoto Azusa was confused, she nodded heavily in response.

Sila closed her mouth when she saw this, and stopped chatting with Xinfan about the organization.

Anyway, since Mezcal had no other orders, this matter should have nothing to do with him. He should play the role of Masan Suhei well, and find a way to help Mezcal in time when he needs it.

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A foreign-funded biopharmaceutical company·Research Center·B1

"The DNA test takes eight hours to produce results." Hoon Aoki, with a cold face, hugged a pile of documents and data, and walked briskly in the narrow corridor.

Xinfan followed him unhurriedly, always keeping a half-step distance: "So long?"

Hoon Aoki turned his head and glanced at him: "I can guarantee that you will never find a testing agency faster than ours in Japan. Most agencies will ask you to come back in a week, and then send the samples to the few tests that can do testing. room."

"Then we might as well do something else during this period."

"I'm sorry I'm not interested, I'm very busy." Hoon Aoki slapped the papers in his hand on Mescal's face, but was gently avoided by the other party. "As you can see, our samples are about to be sent to the headquarters in Sweden, listen. It is said that the organization has established a very advanced laboratory there, which is sufficient to provide any conditions that the experiment may need in the next ~www.readwn.com~ And before this I have a lot of preparation work to be completed, if your action team can not complete If the sky is staring at me, I don't mind being lazy."

Xinfan frowned. He took the document and glanced at it with a serious tone: "I just moved the Swedish research to Japan. Why do I need to establish another biological laboratory in Sweden?"

Hoon Aoki stopped in front of a door, and he cast a sarcasm at Mezcal: "Are you asking me?"

If he knew what the maddening high-level leaders of the organization thought, he wouldn't have been lingering in such a place, okay!

Xinfan turned the document to the last page, where there was a very conspicuous codename-RUM.

There is no obvious division between the upper and lower levels in the organization, and the status of members with codes is actually the same, except that individual tasks and projects will have persons in charge. The person in charge of a certain area such as Mezcal and Gin will have more relaxed authority, but this does not mean that they can order other code members at will. In addition, the organization divided its employees into several groups. The action group is the place where code-named members get together, and of course it has become the hardest hit area for undercover agents. There are also many intelligence teams, logistics teams, and so on.

But Rum is different.

Although he also has a code name, in theory, like the other members, he belongs directly to that gentleman. However, Rum's rights are far greater than others, and he even has several subordinates under his direct leadership such as Bourbon and Curaçao.

To organize such a behemoth, it is definitely not enough for the boss to be the only one in daily management, and Rum often gives orders on behalf of that gentleman.

This was something Mezcal was already familiar with, but when he saw this document, a sense of disharmony lingered in his heart and couldn't get rid of it.